You aren't quite four months old yet, but today marks the day that we found out about you. You were our early Valentine. Your dad and I couldn't believe we had gotten pregnant so quickly. I mean, this was the first month that we had tried to get pregnant. Lots of couples try for months, and some even try for years before they finally get pregnant, so we felt truly blessed.
In a way, though, you were a long time coming. I was ready for you for almost two years before your dad was ready to become ... well, your dad. As you get older, I hope you never think for I moment that I don't want you. Even before you were here, I wanted you. No, I needed you in my life.
Over Christmas, you, me, and your dad stayed up late at Nana and Papa's house to look through old photo albums. I found your daddy's baby book, and wanted to do something similar for you. Thing is, I'm terrible at keeping up with books. Most people are. Baby books just aren't portable, but you know what? With things like smartphone apps, blogs practically are. So I'm writing this blog for you so that, in the future, you can look back on it with your future spouse. You can laugh about something silly that I wrote for you, just like we laughed when Nana wrote that Daddy had a bad temper as a baby. (I mean, your father is very slow to anger, so to hear that he had such a temper was hilarious to us.)
Plus, I'm starting to forget some things, and I don't want to lose these precious memories. Even if you never have an interest in reading these things, I will want to be able to look back on these posts. But I hope you will read them someday.
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